Friday, May 25, 2018

Dear God,

Memories...the scent of lilies of the valley, the aroma of freshly baked black raspberry pie, and the sight of the old farmhouse in Atlanta, Indiana takes me back home to Grandma's house.  When I put on my apron to work in my kitchen, I remember Grandma wearing hers.  When I put my sun bonnet on to toil on my spiritual path, I remember Grandma in her bonnet on her knees in their truck patch pulling weeds, plucking vegetables and clearing the path.  But most of all, I remember her sweet smile, her loving ways and her rich faith.

Weeks in the garden on my own knees keep me thinking of precious memories that feed my soul.  They also keep me right where I need to be on my knees praying for my loved ones, hurting people and the world.  Somehow bowing down keeps me remembering you are God and I am simply a human in need of God called to pray for others.

In just a couple of days two of my teenage granddaughters will arrive for a stay at Grandma and Grandpa's house.  With your help I pray I too will make memories of joy, fun and faith.

Loving God,
thank you
for your
wondrous plan
for our lives.
Thank you
for keeping me
on my knees
for you know
that is where
I can
hear best.
Forgive my inattention;
reclaim my heart,
I pray.

Love, Andrea